Spillage in the Kitchen

"Well... as long as we're quick about it," Emily relented, still keeping a tight grip on the towel, her only vestige of modesty.

"I'm glad you agree," Daniel said. He was quickly scanning the kitchen, looking for a hiding spot that could suitably fit his bluff. On top of the fridge he noticed, among several other bottles and containers, a large ceramic jar. Bingo! The perfect spot for storing any number of things.

"Do you see that jar on the fridge?" he said, pulling Emily closer to him so she could following his pointing finger more easily. "That's where Nat keeps her spare keys!" he lied.

"Oh, g-great," Emily said, trying to gently wriggle free of the man's grip, but not wanting to risk dislodging her towel. "So, uh, what do you need my help for exactly?" The two of them were roughly the same height, but neither was tall enough to easily reach all the way back to the jar.

"Well, it's a bit embarrassing actually..." Daniel said. He released Emily and moved to pull something out from beside the fridge. It was a small folded up stepladder. "I'm... rather afraid of heights..." Daniel nervously chuckled as he unfolded the stepladder and set it in front of the fridge with a few solid CLICK sounds.

Emily was just barely able to stop herself from chuckling. She didn't want to make fun of her new friend's phobias or anything, but... well, they were talking about being two or three feet off the ground! Still, wasn't retrieving the jar the least she could do? She'd pop up, nab the jar, find the key, get dressed, and maybe even wait around until Nat returned before finally returning home. Her neighbor would probably get quite the kick about the whole scenario!

"It's no trouble," Emily chirped. "I'll grab it!"

And so, the towel-clad woman began ascending the stepladder. She removed one hand from the towel to clutch the ladder as she rose, keeping her other hand securely on the top of her towel. In just a moment she was on the top of it, as it was only three steps tall, and had quite the view of the dusty fridge top. Daniel, meanwhile, had a quite a view of his own. By ducking down ever so slightly, he was able to get a tantalizing peek under the hem of Emily's borrowed towel. And as Emily leaned forward to grab the jar, his view only improved, revealing quite a bit of her lovely behind. And perhaps even a hint of something more... Daniel stifled a gasp.

"It's heavy!" Emily was surprised to say as she dragged the jar closer with one hand. She really didn't want to completely let go of the towel. It had been just barely big enough for her to fasten it around her chest. But there was simply no way Emily could lift the jar with one hand. And so, she hesitantly released her towel, using both her hands to lift the jar with a soft grunt. And that was all it took for disaster to strike.

Emily's towel came undone immediately, practically springing free from her curvy body, and she gasped. As it softly landed on the tiled floor, Emily couldn't help but let out a small shriek of embarrassment. She had suffered an extremely humiliating day thus far, but she had always retained at least some degree of modesty. But now here she was, standing in front of a man she'd just met, completely naked! She awkwardly pulled the jar in front of her boobs, wanting to hide at least something from view from the equally surprised Daniel. But in doing so, she accidentally knocked over several large glass bottles that had been next to the jar, sending them crashing to the floor. They shattered loudly and spent bits of glass scattering everywhere, along with a large amount of what appeared to be cooking oil. The noise snapped Daniel out of his stupor brought on by getting an up close and personal look at his new acquaintance's nude body, and he valiantly leapt into action.

"Here, Emily! Hand me the jar!" he demanded first and foremost. She'd said it was heavy and he couldn't have her arms getting tired after all! Plus it was only getting in the way by that point. Emily seemed **** to do so for a moment before remembering that she could better cover herself with both arms free anyway. She quickly handed it over, then shot her hands over her bare bits as best she could. Emily moved down down a step, only for Daniel to shout again, "STOP! Emily stay on the stepladder! There's oil and glass everywhere!"

And it was true. The oil and glass shards formed a large treacherous circle all around the stepladder.

"Um," Emily said, mind still reeling with embarrassment, "w-what should I do?"

"Just stay put," Daniel said, "I'll clean this up as quick as I can, then you can get down without worrying."

"Okay..." Emily conceded, not very happy that she'd have to just stand there, as if on display. "Oh, what about my towel?"

"It's covered in oil and potentially glass bits," Daniel said as he slowly extricated himself from the puddle. He took off his soaked socks and wiped his feet dry. "But don't worry, I'll go grab a clean one!"

As he hurried off, Emily sighed wearily. Yet another embarrassing problem had arisen for her. Why did she always have to make such a mess of things?! Literally in this case, too! At least Daniel was being nice about the situation. She could see why Nat was dating such a nice man.

A moment later, Daniel returned carrying a very large stack of towels. Before Emily could even say anything, though, he began tossing them on top of the oil puddle.

"This will help soak up the oil!" he said triumphantly.

"W-wait!" Emily cried, but he didn't stop. If anything he seemed to speed up his throws. "Daniel, save one for me to wear!" But it was too late. Her words came just as he tossed the last towel onto the still slowly spreading puddle.

"Oh..." he said, as if he hadn't considered that possibility. "I didn't think of that..." Emily pouted but couldn't bring herself to be angry with him. She knew what it was like to be so gung-ho about solving a problem that you lost track of what was going on around you. He suddenly dropped to all fours and began frantically sopping up the mess with the closest towel. "But I'll get this cleaned up as fast as I can, Emily. I promise!"

"It's alright," Emily said. "In fact, even better than a towel would be if you could maybe grab me something of Nat's to wear? That way I won't have to stand up here, um, naked..."

"Sure thing! Just as soon as I get this all cleaned up!"

"But, I'd really rather-"

"It's no problem at all, don't worry!" he said, hectically moving towels to and fro through the mess. "I've just got to soak up the oil, vacuum up the smaller glass bits, and then I'll mop the floor, just to be safe! Shouldn't take more than an hour. Two, tops!"

Emily softly whined, realizing she could be standing there for a while. She readjusted the arm awkwardly cradling her chest and shifted the hand in front of her womanhood a little lower. She appreciated Daniel's enthusiasm and thoroughness, but he wasn't really going to make her stay up there that long, was he?